"I'm not interested in the more 'commercial' types of premises that cater for people with certain sexual tastes. What I need is the real deal. It needs to be secluded in the sense that it cannot be simply walked into by outsiders - it needs to be private in the sense that it needs to be secure. I don't much care if it is in the City, or out in the country but it needs to be fully equipped. There will need to be medical facilities, there will need to be facilities to incarcerate a person for an indeterminate amount of time. And there will need to be facilities to work on that person in ways that possibly might not be legal. And I need all bases covered. Now, if you can provide that then we can do business together. If you cannot provide that, nor can you put me onto someone who can fulfil my requirements then we have no further business and I will look elsewhere."

Petra was sitting at her dressing table and she was applying the finishing touches to her make up. She had to go to college - something to do with her further education and her much sought after accountancy qualifications. From the conversation she was having on her cell phone though, it sounded serious. Her tone sounded serious, even to a sinister level. She stopped talking and was obviously listening to whoever it was she had been talking to on the other end. She took a drag of a cigarette and inhaled, then exhaled - she sounded impatient.

"I'm not fucking interested in what it costs. Money is no object - and whilst on the subject of cost, you better figure in for extra personnel for this project. It's a one way trip for someone. I'm planning it as a surprise - except they won't know it's one way, until it's too late. Now can you fucking help me or not? You came highly recommended except I'm not feeling this right now. So?"

Petra's accent got thicker, stronger, more acute when she was a little angry. It was still soft - just that certain words were more emphasised when she got like this and there was a little more accent there to pick out. The Swiss, the German, the morphing of the two even with some French thrown in there. It was one of the reasons that this woman was so sexy - just one reason though - because there were so many reasons why she was so damned sexy. She stood up from the dressing table stool and she took another drag of the cigarette - she was still holding the cell phone to her ear as she wriggled into tight fitting jeans. Those jeans so tight that a panty line should have been visible but wasn't - to which you may draw your own conclusions. A closer look would reveal that the jeans were so tight, and so stretchy and thin in texture that they were tight to her crotch - a closer look would reveal the slight swell and shape of her outer pussy lips pressing through from inside the jeans. That wouldn't be noticeable though. Petra liked it. She liked the feeling of tight denim to her bare cunt and she knew that the imprint of her sex could be seen if it was looked for. The dark denim though hid the wet spot that always, but always appeared. She listened to the person on the other end again as she stubbed out the half-finished cigarette.

"I'll be expecting to hear from you then... bye."

She shook her head as though to ask why was she having to deal with such morons on something as delicate as this project. She hung up the call and thumbed through her iPhone phonebook. She scrolled down and stopped, selected the name and number she had stopped on and then held the phone to her ear again.

"I hear congratulations are in order. You got the job then - well done. Ahhhh you'll be great at it a natural. Property management in London I hear is a breeze especially for sexy girls like you - and that company, wow one of the biggest in the world. All those huge clients and properties - well done babe. So, did you have any luck with the name I gave you..... yes that's right, that's the one? I just need to know when annual holidays are booked - inclusive dates and all that. Just let me know- but this conversation never happened right hun? Hey nice one, give me a buzz right? Bye babe."

Petra's tone was lighter this time. There was no impatience with the woman on the other end. Obviously someone she went way back with. She pulled on her red and black top and slipped into high heeled court shoes. She liked it that she had negotiated with her boss that she could dress down for school days. He had seen it her way at last. But then most men did - she just didn't know that. She didn't know it these days because she was too preoccupied with Steve and what he had done to her. What he had done to her mind and what he had done to her body.